This is the third story submitted by Lexie Lawless. I hope you like these stories and please contact Ryan and I to tell us how you like our stories and share your stories.
* * * * *
Spotlights illuminated the long, white marble countertop of the bar. The bartender, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, quietly washed glasses in the bar sink. At the end of the bar, a female customer in a light gray business suit sits idly swirling her martini in its glass. It was that in between time of the day for the bar, like the dusk between light and dark. The evening crowd wouldnât wander in for another hour or two and the last of the lunch crowd had left. The rest of the bar was vacant and dark.
As he set the wet glasses on the counter to dry, the bartender snuck glances at his silent customer. She was tall and thin, a nearly perfect body hidden beneath her conservative suit. The suit jacket was cut like a manâs suit coat and she wore a short pleated skirt. Underneath she had on white hose and flat shoes. Her hair was long and dark, raven colored, crisply pulled back in a severe, professional look.
She sat rigid in her chair. Her only movement was her eyes flicking up occasionally to look at the television set hanging over the bar. Otherwise, she was mesmerized by her martini. The bartender wondered what would make such a lovely young woman so aloof and alone. He gave up making small talk. Other than re-filling her martini, he left her alone.
Two young men burst unexpectedly into the bar. They were young businessmen in dark suits, starched white shirts and power ties. Serious young warriors of the business world, just in from their first conquest. Animatedly they congratulated each other on the real estate closing that they had just attended. It was clear that a big deal had just been closed and the young men were in the mood to celebrate.
The bartender greeted them as they entered the bar. The woman swirled her martini without looking up.
They picked a table near the bar, but not too close. Instinctively they knew that the woman at the bar was more agreeable to the eye than to the heart. Both men stole glances of her while they began their celebration. Turned slightly sideways in her chair, her long legs were impressive. She was stunning, but unapproachable.
The young turks started with vodka martinis, Absolut of course. Chatting and laughing, they consumed several martinis, talking about everything from the deal which they had just closed to sports to women. The bar remained empty, but for the two men, the girl and the bartender.
After the third round, the topic turned to their options for the evening. After the martini load they had taken on, and the lack of even so much as a glance from the girl, they were preparing to shower and prepare for a night out on the town.
After the bartender delivered what they noisily announced as their fourth and last martini, the young woman appeared at their table.
âMay I join you?â She said.
She was stunning. Her complexion was dark and smooth. A natural beauty.
Pulling up a chair without waiting for an answer, she introduced herself. Extending her hand to the closest man, she said. âCall me Mona. Iâm not going to tell you my real name. You will never see me again after today. If you want to be my real life fantasy buy me a drink and tell me your names.?â
The nearest man to her reached out and shook her hand. She had a firm, dry handshake. âMy name is Jeff. This is my business partner Dave.â
Jeff was medium height, but was broad through the chest and shoulders. He had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. His pale complexion was dotted with freckles all over his nearly hairless body.
Dave was taller and had a dark complexion. Not as athletically built as Jeff, but handsome all the same. He wore a full beard, speckled with red and black tones.
âAre you guys gay, or in town on business?â Her smile was bewitching. She lit another cigarette.
âOh no, very much not gay.â Jeff choked his answer out, a little taken back by her directness.
âThatâs good. Itâd be a shame to see you two butt fucking each other.â She lit up another cigarette. âWould one of you gentlemen order a martini for me?â
Another round appeared and the conversation turned immediately to sex. Initial impressions werenât always correct. Her aloofness fell away as she openly discussed her failed relationships and sexual encounters. The men were shocked by her desire to discuss every sexual detail of her former lovers. What they liked, what they didnât like, what bizarre acts they had tried.
By the end of their first round of martinis together, they were all squirming in their chairs with sexual tension. Mona had always considered herself sexually adventurous, but she had never picked up two strange men in a bar, with the clear intention of having a threesome. She felt set free by the fact that these men would never know her real name, where she lived, where she worked, she was free to be anyone that she wanted to be and to do anything that she wanted to do.
She crushed out her cigarette in the ash tray. âI have to go pee." Pointing to Jeff, "You. Come with me?â She arched an eyebrow at the men, scooting her chair back as she spoke.
The two men eyed each other, both caught slightly off guard. Jeff shrugged his shoulders and obeyed her. As he stood, she looped an arm through his and they wandered off to the back of the bar. Dave flagged down the bartender for another round as he watched them leave.
When they couple reached the bathrooms, Jeff pulled away as if to leave her and go to the menâs room. âWhen I said join me, I meant join me.â She pulled him into the womanâs bathroom. Stepping inside, she pulled the door closed behind them, but did not lock it.